2012

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Sometimes it slips suddenly
The fragile thrill of half-words.
And the silent silence of the hands
In the castle, locked ... - but light ...

Sometimes my thoughts are like strings
They keep me awake at night.
And quiet dreams, where the color of brass is so
My sun goes down in strokes ...

Sometimes I'm in a lost moment
I silently look through my eyes.
And strange warm reflections
Reflect me ... and you are turquoise ...

28 September 12

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I was looking later
Your white flower
Years later, leaving. -
I must have gotten wet
On paper sky
The sky is hazy.

Or maybe the city is wet
Or maybe I froze in it.
I will wait so little - a little
With winter eyes and wingless
In paper sky
In the foggy sky….

I was looking later
Your white flower
Years later, leaving. -
I must have gotten wet
On paper sky
In the foggy sky ...

10 October 12

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